brother_nature | Golden Peacock

No one does in this shithole. It'd bring you back.

[Another brusque point towards why trying to kill Chobe "permanently" was pointless while they were in the Peacock. He steps off the arcade cabinet platform to open it for anyone else looking to play. Ignoring the fact a lot of people are still recovering from the shock of that explosion two minutes or so ago. Chobe's got the right idea about Bakugo's Quirk. The more his sweats, the stronger his explosions become, meaning he powers up the longer he fights. It runs the risk of dehydration and hurting his arms if he goes too hard too long, but both of those are easily surmountable in a pinch.

Sorry not sorry about the back of the collar. It got a little bit of blood and ash on it. Nothing a wash won't clean up nice and fresh once more. As much as Chobe's griping mentally about Bakugo's skill, the blonde's taking his own notes about the other man's power. Even with a fire vs plant advantage, how much plant life can Chobe make? Doesn't matter how strong a flamethrower is if the trunk straight up squashes the fucking thing. Quality over quantity.

As for his weak point... at best Bakugo's only able to guess. Ultimately reducing the man to nothing but ashes would be his ultimate strategy, leaving nothing "alive" to regenerate from. But even that would take a lot of time and detailed work. And he doesn't want it to come to such a head. Again... the resort would just bring him back.]

You wanted a threat. [Totally sure? Nope! But look what paid off. At least now he can blow Chobe's head off without any guilt or concern. Might have some fun with that later on. "Fun" being asploding his skull and dragging his stupid ass away before he can make more trouble while they're together.] It's Dynamight! M-I-G-H-T!

[Same "on the nose" but with a personal flair and homage.]

You keep sayin' that, but nothing's ever set in stone. One day someone might not come back, and that'd just be awful, wouldn't it? It's a casino, after all. Everyone's luck runs out eventually.

[Said very lightly, like, GOSH he wants someone to die for good!! Though he recognizes the irony of those words coming from him, the seemingly immortal plant man. At this point he wouldn't be surprised if Bakugo did try to totally incinerate him to ashes. Would it work? He'd just have to try and see!! But his words are genuine. For as reckless as he is, Chobe don't see anyone as truly unkillable, and that includes whatever's keeping people alive here. Maybe it'll be him, maybe it'll be some faceless unlucky fucker, but it wouldn't surprise him to stumble across an actual dead body some day.

But who cares about waxing poetic about death!! He pauses, thinking over Bakugo's name, and then. . .]

I don't get it. Mighty dynamite? Lame. Shit like that is what makes ya seem childish, ya know.

Good! If someone doesn't come back to this shithole, it means they returned home, where they're fucking supposed to be!

[And now they're possibly going to get into the eternal elephant in the room, that of what each person believes is the truth or workings behind their existence here in the Peacock. Bakugo has a very stubborn and mostly-petrified idea about what happens, unwilling to change his opinion unless some serious evidence is levied at him. "Death" in this place, the kind you don't come back from, is nothing more than the kidnapper deciding its victim isn't wanted anymore, and revokes their stupid kidnapping.

Lucky for Chobe, Bakugo has no intention or reason to try and murder him to that point. Unless the man's putting the hero into a "me or them" situation to the utmost last choice. Which he doubts is every gonna happen. It's kind of pointless for both of them. And at least they can agree the stupid bird keeping them kidnapped isn't immortal either. Bakugo refuses to believe the damn thing's an insurmountable obstacle. Though... he's not gonna be able to take it out alone.

As for actual dead bodies... probably find some in the basement. Who knows. He wouldn't trust one to be real.]

Shut up! I chose it to satisfy the shitty censors and because All Might's the greatest hero who ever lived! My full hero name is Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight!

[ ... and even Bakugo's own mentor thought it was (and is) extremely childish.]

[Whew boy would Chobe call that some overly hopeful optimism. He's sure some people leave eventually, sure. The place doesn't seem to benefit from death, after all. But there's way too much shady shit happening for there not to be some corpses slipping through the cracks. He figures they'll just talk in circles though, so opts to keep it to himself.

And then Bakugo starts yelling his...title. Wow. Chobe leans away slightly as he screams, idly twisting his longer strands of hair back into a braid while sporting the most unimpressed of looks.]

Damn you're loud, y'know that? First of all, why would you make up a dumbass alias like that anyway? No one's gonna take it seriously. Second, why's murder in the name? I thought you were riding that moral high horse against it.

[It would be overly hopeful optimism, except Bakugo's of the category here who've seen people from his homeworld come and go. Different places on his timeline, different locations in his world, people he's interacted with, all of it checked out and investigated until an all-but-proven "theory" of how this place works shaped in his mind. And if Chobe ever wants to hear it, ask and he'll give him a gruff, but thankfully truncated explanation. Evidence and all.

For now, the man can bask in the utter glory that is Bakugo's awesome hero name! Look at Chobe, leaning away cause he can't even handle the sheer scope of it! ... Emphasis aside, the blonde back to his usual quieter scowl quick enough.]

Heroes and villains always use code names in my world. [Maybe he should clarify.] Both are occupations; it's not just a descriptive title. [Does he need to make some analogy to Chobe's world?] Haa?! You don't have any idea what intimidation is do you.

......so you're taking this hero and villain shit literally. Or your home does, anyway.

[They can talk shop on theories later, because now? He's both utterly baffled and a bit intrigued by this cut and dry world building being implied. Does he consider himself a villain? Of course. He's done many an unforgivable act over the years, and if asked, would claim he's only done one decent thing his entire life. But would he put "villain" on his resume? Nah.

He thought Bakugo was just some powerful vigilante with a hero complex, but if there's paperwork involved, this guy seems to think it's his actual job. How people can live like that is beyond him.]

Alright so, assuming this is normal shit for you, that's still stupid. Villains already lie, cheat, kill, and destroy. You advertising that you're down for that too ain't intimidation--it's an invitation to be their worse selves. Go all out! Kill or be killed!

For a softie like you, no wonder ya had to cut it down. Dynamight's just as corny, but it's honest. You ain't no god, sparky.

Uh-huh. [There's more to it than a black and white world cut and dry from block. Bakugo used to think it was such a simple thing, but after his experiences that year, the sheer amount of gray he was exposed to... fuck.] Quirks only manifested in my world over a century ago. My age group's the fifth generation.

[Not sure how quickly Chobe will pick up on things, but if he thinks of a world where "powers" didn't exist, and suddenly people began to gain "powers" out of nowhere, does the guy really think it's going to turn into a world where everyone gets along and the notion of good and bad, hero and villain, wouldn't evolve?

And hey, if you're gonna need a job in life anyways, being a hero is an awesome profession to work as! Bakugo's never once thought of being a pencil pusher or standing around at a fucking power plant. Hell, even teaching other people makes him sulk.]

It's not just about the villains, dumbass! People should know exactly who I am the second they see me! A name builds your reputation as much as your actions do. I'm not gonna be some lame nobody with a shit name that says nothing about him.

And a lot of those criminal bastards are pussies behind their bullshit; if they think they're actually gonna die, they'll buckle like a fucking twig. Then I don't have to waste time dealing with their lame asses.

Terrifying.

[Said lightly, but he means it. A world where even children have supernatural abilities. . .but from the sounds of it, it's possible it's different from manipulating tao, or their core energy. The thought of people wielding fantastical powers and then realizing they could tap into even more latent potential sounds like a big damn hassle. Maybe it already is, and that's why folks are deigning themselves enforcers like heroes. Seems kinda fucked up!!

But. Not his problem. And hey, lay down respect for the folks doing the paperwork he doesn't have to, buddy!! Though Chobe's bias in that regard--after all, his right hand might handle the boring stuff, but he could also murder people if he wanted to. Best of both worlds!]

That goes for any set of weaklings. Villains, so called heroes, if they're weak they all show their true colors at the drop of a hat. [And it's always the funniest shit to him. Nothing like making someone all high and mighty beg for their life. He yawns, leaning against a machine.]

Call me old school, but I think actions speak louder than words. Had ya not already blasted me to kingdom come, I would've deducted like, fifty cool points from you.

[There's more to it than the basic summary Bakugo's giving, but he trusts Chobe's not complete detritus in his head. Quirks often run different than other world's superpowers, usually having closer ties to biology and science than magic or fantasy. They work like muscles, growing stronger the more their wielder uses them and weaker if they're allowed to languish. Bakugo's spent day after day training and working with his Quirk since it manifested when he was four.

Ironically, it it wasn't the heroes who came first. It was people who felt like their Quirks gave them the right to bully, abuse, and hurt other people for whatever fucking reason or excuse they wanted to give. After all, heroes are the ones who protect the world, and like it or not, villains are the ones who challenge and try to change it. Reaction to action.

Oy, if they wanna do the paperwork, he doesn't have to! Plenty of people, even with Quirks, aren't suited for battle or front line heroics. They still want to work in the heroics, so serving as agency workers or other sedentary jobs are their ilk. Not like Bakugo hasn't done his reports and homework with the same excellence and intensity as he does his battling.]

Aa. They do. I've seen heroes betray their allies and I've seen villains protect their friends. [Realizing the gray areas left Bakugo "culture shocked" at first, completely sucker punched a bunch of assholes had an actual, logical point. Doesn't give them an excuse to murder and steal, but...]

Blah blah blah. Words don't mean shit if you can't back them up. [And walks past Chobe, aiming for another arcade game nearby. This one's a rhythm game. Think DDR but for your hands.]

[Maybe one day he'll assess if Bakugo has the potential for using tao. In their world it's not magic or mystical--just a basic latent energy everyone has, but few manage to tap into. He'll keep it to himself for now though. This brat doesn't seem like he needs any more resources to kick his ass. That and, he has to keep a few tricks up his sleeves.

He snorts lightly at Bakugo's admittance. Obviously the good guys can be bad and bad can be good and etc. Curious how somber he sounds stating it though.]

Oooh, you know the basics! Good for you. Should be obvious, since when it comes down to it, we're all human. Maybe you've even seen how villainous some heroes can be. If not, I hope ya get to some day.

[If villainy is a role, it's just one he's picked up to survive. As long as he protects himself and his own, Chobe's fine with the label. He cocks his head curiously at the next game though, just watching. Still doesn't understand the appeal of these things, too damn bright.]

What's this? Where's the gun thingy or sticks for it?

[Despite his arrogance and confidence, Bakugo isn't above learning from someone else. Provided the skill is useful to him. As a kid, he wanted to learn everything and picked up a bunch of skills and abilities, but as he got older, he started becoming pickier about what he puts in his arsenal. Apart from some sparring partners, he hasn't added anything from the people in this place. At least battle wise.

Hmph, good to know Chobe's world isn't as black and white as Bakugo used to think his own was. Not sure if that'll do anything to curb this guy's criminal leanings, but... whatever, it might be a start.]

I've seen plenty on both sides, dumbass. Doesn't change my opinion. [He's not going to become a villain and he's going to continue believing in heroes who want to help people. Even if there are outliers on either alignment. Case in point, a year ago, he never would've given Chobe a second glance after exploding him to pieces in front of the store.

Bakugo knees the button on the front of the machine and sends light flashing across the rows of plastic half-globe "buttons" spread over the game's surface. Each semisphere lights up a few times before rhythmic music starts to play.]

Not here. You play this one with your hands. Pay attention.

[All the half-globes light up and go out. Then one shines red and Bakugo smacks it with his hand. Anther one on the lower right lights up blue and he beans the heel of his hand off it. On the screen, the button layout splays across a techno background, lights glowing in time with the music. Bakugo begins matching the lights on the screen with the ones on the machine, keeping to the rhythm as his arms and hands move in quick succession.]

I'm just sayin', if ya cut loose a biiit more, you wouldn't walk around like ya got a stick up your ass.

[Just a little villainy, as a treat!! Even if Bakugo's set in his ways, Chobe's also set on remaining an annoying shoulder devil. Mostly just so he can one day see what this brat can really do. But, he realizes it's like talking to a brick wall at this point. No reason to push it too hard and lose a limb again, as funny as he finds it.

Not to mention, his thoughts are thrown into disarray when the game boots up suddenly. Strobing lights and blaring sounds, it sends Chobe into defensive mode immediately, jumping back, crouched, vines slinking from this arms and under his clothes. One gets alarming close to the screen of the game, nearly piercing it before he freezes. Oh. Right! Video game. He knows this.

He's a quick learner, and easily accepts new things, but ultimately...is still from the 1800s. This shit jumpscares him sometimes. His vines slowly retract as he watches Bakugo play. Huh. It's not unlike how he moves when he's throwing those blasts around, he thinks.]

The hell? This double as a training method?

I don't walk around like that! [Yes he does. Either walks with hunched shoulders and hands in his pockets radiating "fuck off" vibes, or stomps forward with his head up, shoulders back, and arms swinging by his side like an angry badass.]

If I need to blow someone up, I will! [He'll blow them up to the point HE feels comfortable blowing them up and no more. Though since MOST people he fights don't have insane regeneration abilities, they're not looking to tank his harder blasts.

Odds are, Chobe will see what Bakugo can really do when he actually comes to someone's defense. He'll go all out if it means protecting someone he cares about from something that needs his full power. But since the Peacock is far more "make love not war" in its events and antics, the risk of such a thing being remotely necessary is fucking abysmally low.

Bakugo can't help the little snirk of amusement when Chobe suddenly jerks backward like an animal getting startled. ~~Cute.~~ He'll bat aside any potential vine attacks to avoid damaging the game. How the guy got this far into the arcade without getting spooked already is a question... Guess this means his suspicion of Chobe being from a very-past point in time is correct. Likely didn't have electronics.

With a swift double tap, he clears the first stage and cracks his knuckles as the game tallies up his score and begins loading the next round.] Uh-huh. Hand eye coordination and spacial awareness. Nothing here'll let you train your powers, but you can work on your physical ability with a lot of games.

[CLARIFYING THAT QUICKLY FOR YOU, SHOULDER DEVIL!!]

[Get that posture in check Bakugo, there's nothing badass about back pain before your 30s!!

He clicks his tongue, crossing his arms defensively as he settles back into watching proper. He saw that look, and he's just as prideful. He may physically be around 22, but he's lived over a hundred years now, and maybe he's a bit sensitive about new shit actually catching him off guard. He's quickly gotten the gist of phones and TVs and such, so the more basic arcade games aren't that unsettling, but these more elaborate, interactive ones are fucking wild to him. He's fought gods, giants, and monsters, but this DDR/Beat Saber nonsense? Wack.

As a training device, it does make sense though. A fun way to hone your reflexes, as Bakugo explained. Chobe can't really see himself getting into it though, even if he does find himself trying to track the commands too. Welp, if he's not gonna play, he's going to try to recover some of his composure and needle Bakugo instead. ]

Somethin' like that is supposed to help ya? Pfft, yeah right. These things have difficulty levels, yeah? Turn it up.

[His posture is great! And he takes great care of his back and the rest of his body! Let him be a thug.

Luckily for Chobe, Bakugo needs a lot more time to be comfortable enough for teasing. And he doesn't give too much shit about age, whether physical or actual or any other fucking method of determining whatever a proper age is. He usually bases it on how someone acts and whether they're smart or dumb. a 500 year old moron's way less impressive than a 10 year old genius.

Is it any surprise the song Bakugo's picked is a strong one with a good rhythm? Not quite rock and roll, but definitely one to get the blood and sweat pumping. He's on the harder difficulty, arms and hands staying to their respective sides with only crossovers being towards the center where he can safely avoid interfering with his own movements.

Oy! Don't bitch at him over your own stupid jumpscare!]

I'm in the middle of a course, dumbass! You can't turn it up right now!

[Guess who's gonna find himself whacking buttons once Bakugo finishes owning the current course?! HA?! HA?!]

Booo! Excuses, excuses, sparky!

[Average out the years of wisdom and experience with Chobe's reckless and impulsive tendencies...and yeah, he basically has the equivalent of a dangerous frat boy on his hands. He ain't stupid, but he absolutely finds the thrill in swinging a bat at a wasp's nest.

Once he's actually adjusted to its sounds, honestly? Yeah, Chobe can't criticize the choice in music. Good beat, hype vibes. That does make him question if Bakugo ever accidentally blasts the machines with how much of a sweat he works up. Hell, if someone used it after him and conveniently had a lighter or something with them, would they blow up this whole arcade? Hilarious images in Chobe's mind.

Though good luck getting him on that thing. He's not about to embarrass himself willingly, jeeze. He does unconsciously find himself booing a little quieter though, really taking in how it all works.]

Make sure ya don't hit yourself with all that flailin' you're doing.

THAT'S HOW IT'S PROGRAMMED!!

[Does he have to explain how a machine's programmed as well?! Not gonna happen right now. He's focused on kicking the game's ass and winning that sweet high score! Bakugo's already well aware this guy's a dangerous ass frat boy, but there's something kinda cool about him at the same time. When he's not being a moron. Then again, when you're almost-immortal, you can afford to be reckless and stupid.

HA! Yeah well, the lighter thing could be a problem? But what Bakugo hasn't told Chobe is that his sweat glands on his palm are just as capable of producing normal sweat as they are his explosive sweat. Hell, one of his techniques is to coat his explosive sweat with layers of normal sweat and then leave it somewhere in hopes they'll be ignited later by an outside source. (It's what he did to Chobe during their first fight.) So there's no risk of accidentally blowing something up.]

I'll hit you before I hit myself. [So fucking tempting to "oops" and nail Chobe right in his stupid balls. With a final flurry, Bakugo finishes out the course and slap the last one on the tail end. Colors and sparks fly across the screen and his score tallies up. HA! First place. Time to spit out tickets from below, which he gathers up, tears off, and pockets after folding them into a block]

Your turn. [Bakugo steps to the side and gestures with his head for Chobe to step up.] Don't give me any shit excuses either.

[Multi leveled sweat, amazing. The arcade stays standing another day.

He startles slightly again as the high score music rings out and those tickets are printed. This is so much, is that necessary?? And now why are there tickets, is that like cash??? A pass for something? He grimaces, averting his gaze like a stand offish cat.]

. . .Pass.

[He can be a stubborn brat too when he feels like it, and he frowns, narrowing his eye at the game with suspicion. He could probably follow it well enough--might have a little trouble on his blind side for sure, but it's doable. No though, he just doesn't want to get up there and look like a damn fool, at least while sober. His vines are great for fast long range attacks, and up close and personal, he prefers big, powerful, if slow, blows and kicks. No reason to trip and flail around in public if it doesn't benefit him, right?]

What are those tickets for?

Che. Scared? [He raps the back of his hand on the machine, sending its screen back to the selection. Difficulty, speed, song selection, hell there's even a training mode for people just getting started. He's seen the man's speed already. Tackling something like this should be easy once he gets the hang of it.

Didn't he have the cup game in his home world? Having to track the item under the cups as they switch places around the table. ...yeah well even if they did, Chobe probably never played. Why play for wins when he could punch the owner and walk off with the cash? Too bad Bakugo's stubborn too.] Try it.

[He cycles the machine to a practice round, setting it up in case.]

You can turn the tickets in for vouchers for food, meals, clothes. There's other shit as well, but unless you wanna blow your tickets on dildos, lube, and crap, start with the vouchers.

[It's why Bakugo spends time in the library. High scores win him tickets and he trades them in for the vouchers, earning himself quite the stockpile since the arcade resets its scores frequently.]

Unless you think you can win in the casino all the time.

Don't get cocky, brat. I can do whatever I want.

[And maybe he doesn't want to look silly!! Truthfully despite his "carefree" attitude, he...doesn't tend to play games of any kind. Growing up around bandits, sure he knows a gambling trick or two, but Bakugo's correct. No need to waste time and effort swindling when he could just snap someone's neck and be done with it.

But the hero keeps egging him on. He curls a lip in annoyance, wondering if he should just bounce. But then who's the childish one if he gets scared off by something as petty as this??]

So you play games instead of rolling with the big boys? Not exactly classy. . .

[...........but admittedly smarter than gambling. He prefers the atmosphere of the casino than the arcade for sure though. Fewer flashing lights, plenty of drinks, and more people to rob blind. Still, it's a hassle when security comes after him. And when he plays straight, the payouts aren't always generous.

Augh.

He steps to the machine, reluctant.]

One round.

Uh-huh. Like run away. [Don't think he forgot Chobe's sudden split their first meeting. Forcing him to stay and play is a stupid decision, but being a brat and enticing him? Bakugo not mature enough to avoid stooping. There is one benefit to swindling instead of snapping: the rewards flow doesn't stop if you play the game. Part of him wants to see how quickly Chobe picks up on the game. The other part of him... has other motives. Not gonna admit them to his face.

He cants his head slightly, lips curling in a brief "tsk!" across an annoyed, dismissive expression.]

I play games I can win with skill. I'm not gonna sink money in a game of chance. [He likes to control his efforts. Challenging himself by besting and achieving high scores against people with other skills. Not throwing some shitty dice or hoping you get a good hand and know how to bluff a table. Yeah, there's skill to gambling. Even the slots. But ultimately, it's a risk he doesn't need to take. Not when he can blow throw these things, have a bit of fun, reap repeated rewards, and then spend the rest of the day doing whatever he wants rather than get suckered into recouping losses he incurred by being unlucky.

Chobe agrees to one round and Bakugo taps the button, activating the practice round.] You've got the gist of how you play.

[He noticed the guy watching him, his hands, the screen, enough to figure it out. On the screen, the game begins to cycle through the globes, lighting each one up and waiting for a smack to capture successful hits.]

[A side glare at the sass. That was a tactical retreat thank you very much, but he doesn't say it out loud. That's like straight up admitting he knew he wouldn't have been able to beat Bakugo head on then, and like hell will he give the brat that satisfaction.

Standing here now though, it still feels a bit awkward. He's from a time where every moment meant checking over your shoulders, living a life on the run, terrorizing the underground. The closest thing to relaxing was a drunken celebration of a raid or territory well won, or a trip to a brothel. Just feels...weird to indulge in something so frivolous, so freely.

But, welp, that's later Chobe's existential issue to work out!! The music begins to swell, and he huffs, blowing up at his bangs to keep them out his good eye. Then it starts--maybe not surprisingly, he misses the first few cues as he adjusts to the bright chaos, but after that? Yeah, he's a fast learner. It's just practice mode, so it's not crazy impressive, but a lot can be gleaned from it.

His movements aren't nearly as fast as Bakugo's. Despite his lean stature, he's built for power, not speed. His reflexes are still crazy though, always having to work double time to cover for his blind spot. He also never bothers to use his vines, since it'd defeat the purpose of the exercise. And maybe he can tell from the tension of his muscles, but Chobe's holding back. He barely has to tap at the globes for them to sense any valid input, and one he does tap fully sports a small hairline fracture. Nothing so obvious or deep that it'd break it though.

The round ends, and the game blares out a congratulations, much to Chobe's annoyance. He didn't know he could feel patronized by an inanimate object.]

There, I did it. Happy?

[Ignored. Bakugo's left with not knowing exactly why Chobe bolted. Likely because he didn't want to deal with him further. Why else would he leave when someone offered to buy him new clothes? Whatever. Wasn't his business to know. And he got him clothes anyways.

He pointedly stays to the side of Chobe. Standing behind someone who's probably spent a long time looking over his shoulder's a bad idea. Red eyes flick between screen, machine pad, and the space behind Chobe, as if keeping watch over the man's shoulder for him.

Heh, someone needs a hairpin to keep his bangs on his crown? Damn, he picks this up fast. As expected. Learning where the buttons are in relation to his hands, picking up the rhythm of the music and the light patterns. Not clunking his hands together either. No shit he won't be as fast; the machine's not spitting out blinking lights at the same speed. But Chobe's reflexes are fast. Likely spent time dodging arrows and other projectiles too. Odd someone with such regeneration would bother with defense...

Yeah, they both hold back. Bakugo could smash right through the arcade cabinet if he bothered with stronger motions. Thanks for not breaking the semi-spheres, Zombie. No comment on the crack. Probably happens a lot anyways. What, does the arcade think ever prisoner's gonna walk in here and play nice?

He evolved from learning in practice mode to getting through a whole round. Maybe he's not hopeless after all. And now Chobe's pouting. A small stream of tickets spits out from the machine's lower chassis.]

Ecstatic. Those are yours.

[Sorry bud, Chobe's chatty and "friendly" as far as villains go, but his trust runs about as deep as a puddle of flat coke. Let folks know what you're about, but never show your full hand and all that.

He did notice Bakugo watching though, which shouldn't be weird. . .he was doing the same, after all. It is somewhat of a reassurance to have eyes on him. For as much power as he boasts, he's always had someone covering his back, and him their front. Probably the reason he's so reluctant to partake in harmless recreation without some sort of threat display beforehand, but eh. . .he doesn't need to get into that.

He snatches up the tickets, looking them over. Just little pieces of paper. No matter how far humans advance, paper's always a reliable currency, eh? He then snorts, offering them to the hero.]

Nah, you keep 'em. Then you can say we're even for real.

[Are the tickets the same value as the outfit Bakugo got him? Probably not, but it's the thought that counts, right? Maybe? Mostly he simply doesn't trust the gesture, even if he's the one that won them.]

Fun little game, especially for a sweaty little bastard like you. Don't get your hopes up on me becoming your flailing limb dance partner though.

[They're similar in that department, as Bakugo refuses to trust anyone at first. Even his current interaction with Chobe stems of their initial one and still builds from there. But what you see is what you get? Yeah, down for that. Look at his hero name!

Feel free to threaten the arcade machine. It won't give a damn.

Bakugo arches a brow. He half expects Chobe to take a sniff as he scans over the square paper stubs in his hand. But hey, if he's not gonna use them, waste not want not. He accepts the offer, deftly folding them up into a thin stack and pocketing them with the others.]

Fine. [Not sure what for, considering the clothes and all, but if Chobe's holding it all even, go for it. Technically he owed the man a shirt and got him a whole outfit, so this brings them square. He'll put the tickets to good use.]

Hope? Don't fuck with me! The thought never crossed my mind. You'd need a shitload more practice to even consider it.

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